I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
FEELING THE SAME PAIN
"Do you know how I feel right now?" My toot.
"WHAT?" Ask Arya who looks at me with a hunting breath.
"Just like you regret marrying me. I also regret my decision to refuse Iqbal just to be your wife."
Arya stepped closer to me. In his eyes is just me. It felt like there were only the two of us here, in this room, without Saints. Sacred like a statue that bears witness among us.
The face of Arya who was once angry now turned sad.
"Did I ever say I regret ever marrying you?" Arya said as she stepped up.
"Deg." Why heart?.
His gaze did not escape me, nor did I.
The liver.....Don't make me GR again.
The liver.....Are you not content to suffer?
The liver.....Don't let him make you soar high and then just throw it away until it becomes a splinter.
My decision has been unanimous to divorce from Arya mas. For Abah's health, may God give the best way.
"For so long you have only said at length about your tormented heart. Do you know what I've been feeling all this time?..."
Now Mas Arya is in front of me.
"Say???" Mas Arya.
I turned my face. Don't want to linger staring at his face. Refused it.
Mas Arya pulled my chin up to make our eyes meet.
"Tell Alyn when did I ever say I regret marrying you?"
I clapped Arya's hand and I pushed her chest with all the rest of my strength that only made her take one step back.
"Don't touch me with your dirty hands. Yes you never said it but your attitude speaks and it makes me sick." I screamed out all the turmoil of suffering that I experienced during being Arya's wife.
I'm glad to see the wrathful face of Arya.
His face was red with clenched hands. In boxing I'm ready. I just want to see her hurt.
I want Arya to feel what I've been feeling all along. Every time he says just loving Sacred my heart hurts like a dagger. I want him to feel the same pain. I also want him to know that there are still people who want to love me.
"It's just him in my heart that you won't even be able to shift it."
"I....Heeemmmmm." I am still the weak Alyn, unable to fight Aryan mas. Again he silenced me by himself.
I kept hitting his chest but nothing happened to him. His hand was so strong it grabbed my neck. One more hand held my cheek. Makes me unable to pucker.
I kept on revolting even though it was in vain.
Makes it hard for me to breathe. My tears melted but he gave me no gap. He has not stopped for a long time. Even though I've bitten, he still won't let me go. My breath is starting to get treated like this.
"Oh .... Sorry I didn't mean it."
Lucky office boy it came to make mas Arya free me. I wiped my tears. I breathe a lot of oxygen. My chest is still up and down. I'm angry I'm emotional but can't do anything.
Arya was still holding me in her arms.
"Do your job." Mas Arya.
"Good sir." The OB deftly cleaned all the flakes of the dishes on the floor.
While the Saints were crying and running away from us.
Arya brought her face to my ear. So close that I could feel his breath in my ear. And whisper horrible words to me. Make my fur stand up.
"If you still mention the man's name, I swear I'll rape me at that very moment."
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